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Post by David B. on Feb 5, 2018 15:44:27 GMT -8
He sighed.
"That's a problem. We're not a wealthy group. But we can offer protection, when you might need it. For a future need."
That was the only thing they were good at. He continued.
"Who did you fight?"
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Post by Avice Locke on Feb 5, 2018 20:37:25 GMT -8
It was understandable that they'd likely be just rising above the level of common thugs. Organizations of such take many years to develop what Cabal has achieved. Sobby words to Avice sounded like the lot had very little morale and everyone knew it. Still, in a world like this, she was not sure with an attitude like that and a sales pitch as such would hold much weight. Protection when they could hardly protect their own noses. Avice's callous upbringing gave her very little trust and low expectations. "Protection is not what I need, Simply put I am just goin' tee venture out and find another job. Got to keep me Neutral in order to do good business. I am curious though... What is it that PAL is really after? A chance to stick a needle in the eye of Cabal? Gain their riches? Take back what ye've lost?"
But she gave the short sigh upon his mention of the boy who gutted her. A finger tapped her chin "Ah..." She paused trying to remember his name. "A swordsman with a literal monstrous right hook... The git muppet had very little humanity in him. If it is a needle ya stickin' I'd be happy to help stick one in 'im."
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Post by David B. on Feb 6, 2018 14:58:20 GMT -8
He shook his head.
"None of that. We just wanna be left alone. And we want those with powers to be left alone. But Cabal....Cabal takes people, mostly young, and forces them to train at the academy so their "powers don't get out of control". But they just want bodies for their army, and don't give a shit about us."
He'd adjust his swords.
"You'll see that, if you stay there long enough."
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Post by Avice Locke on Feb 6, 2018 15:47:49 GMT -8
"You are still on that? The Idea I am sidin' with them?" She could feel the hairs on her neck raise like a threatened creature. "I don't 'ave to be in there to know a damn thin'! I know what they do... as I watch them graduate some brute... givin' strength he's yet to control an' send 'im out rippin' people to bloody shreds. But if all yee want is te'be left alone then do ya'rself a favor an' not pick on the weak! No better than 'em ya are comin' after me! Fuk the lot of ya..." She'd start walking off throwing a middle finger to them in their wake. Flush with anger, she'd grumble swears and crosses, maybe that loss with Blake got to her a bit harder than she cared to admit.
In one hand she abhorred the thought that boy was going to be a killing machine in the name of Cabal. And many others like him just riding its back to gain power and control. To be used as tools for a "cause"... Just because. Aye, "just because," someone said so.
She stopped in her steps with an idea forming in her mind. "Do ya 'ave comrades in Cabal that can't leave?" She'd call back to them.
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Post by David B. on Feb 6, 2018 15:49:37 GMT -8
She flipped them the bird without waiting for a response, so as she turned back she'd find them gone. They'd started down the alley, not continuing to waste time on someone who clearly had no interest in them, unkowing that she wanted to ask more questions!
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Post by Avice Locke on Feb 6, 2018 16:01:10 GMT -8
It no longer became business. But it wasnt personal either... Interesting enough it gave her a strange drive to peel open the walls of Cabal and be it the right thing or no. She'd kill multiple birds with one stone.
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Post by David B. on Feb 22, 2018 13:20:32 GMT -8
Avice would find her pocket slightly bulgy- inside was a scrap of paper with a phone number. Clearly, when he'd helped her up earlier, he'd left her something.
Just in case.
/End thread
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